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Damien's POV; Ariana was out like a light by the time we got home. As usual, I carried her into the house. "Hey mum." I said as she walked towards us. "Hey sweetie, seemed like you had lots of fun today." "Is it that obvious?" I asked in amusement. "You're smiling and you have cotton candy in your hair, what other pointer is there?" She deadpanned. She sighed and gave me a watery smile. "You look so happy." "I have my wife with me, of course I'm happy." I raised the sleeping beauty up a little bit and puffed at the weight. I chuckled and she joined in. "I'm glad you're." "See you guys later and for goodness sake, Damien use the lift!" She exclaimed. I chuckled deeply. Of course the lift had always been there but I preferred climbing the stairs for the sake of exercise. Ariana probably thought it wasn't functional so she always used the stairs with me while everyone else used it whenever they wanted to come up to see me. Lazy people. "See you later mom." I got into the lift
Being His Wife Chapter One Hundred and eighteen
Ariana's POV; "Hey, you're back early." I said to Damien the moment he walked into my room. I placed my laptop aside and climbed down the bed to welcome him. "How was your first day back?" I asked, pulling away from the embrace but he held me in place. "Crazy." He shook his head like he couldn't believe it. "You mind telling me about it?" I inquired. "I'll tell you later tonight." "You're insinuating that you want me to sleep in your room for this reason?" I tilted my head to give him one of my suspicious glances while I couldn't fight the smile on my face. "You said that yourself, I didn't." He smirked while I giggled slightly. "Fine. I'm only agreeing to this because you were a good boy yesterday and didn't take advantage of me being asleep to go against our deal." I agreed, sporting a cheeky grin. "A good boy? I'm offended." He feigned a frown. "You have a little frown there, let me help you wipe it off." I said softly and put my lips on his. "You're... tempting... me." H
Being His Wife Chapter One Hundred and nineteen
Damien's POV; Last night was another one of our many firsts. The way her body reacted to my touch was one of the sexiest things to watch. If I had acted on my will, I would have taken her there and then especially after what she had blurted out but then I knew my baby wasn't ready for that step. We had to slowly get there by forming a stronger bond. I wanted our first time together to be special. It had to be worth the wait. "Good morning." I heard her say groggily. "Morning babe. Slept well?" My thumb lightly brushed over her face. She blushed and sat up, adjusting the blanket over her chest area. "I did. You ready for work?" "Yup. What's your day going to be like?" I asked, adjusting the cufflinks on my wrist. "I'm heading to check out some restaurant spaces today." She announced. "Oh wow that's cool. Call me if you need anything, okay?" "Sure thing. You're not waiting for breakfast?" She asked. "Nah, I'll see you later." I kissed her goodbye. "Have a nice day!" She holle
Being His Wife Chapter One Hundred and twenty
"Once again, Mr Kingston, you're back early." She said turning away from her laptop to look at me standing leaning by the doorframe."We're watching a movie tonight, so of course I'm back early." I took a cursory glance at the clock and saw that it was just 4pm, I was pretty early. "Tonight? How come I didn't know about it? Did you you get tickets? What movie is it?" She threw all her questions at me while she knelt on the bed. "Relax, woman." I smirked."Don't give me that smirk and no don't say it!" She drawled with an exaggerated cry face with puckered lips and all."That's for me to know and for you to find out." She threw a pillow at me."I told you not to say it!" She exclaimed and threw another pillow in my direction. I dodged it."Movie night at eight, love you babe." I said and ducked as she threw another pillow at me. I scurried out of the room hearing her grunt loudly behind me, eliciting laughter from me.***"How did I not know there's a huge theatre room in this house?
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Ariana's POV; "A trip?" I dropped the shirt I was folding on the bed and turned to face him squarely. I let out a displeased puff of air. "Damien you just got back to work a week ago? Why are you going on a trip so soon?" "Babe, the CEO of Schneider group of companies wants to see me and I have to go with Cheryl." "With Cheryl?!" I exclaimed. "Yeah, the CEO is her father and," "Her father?! You did not mention this earlier." I cut his statement, walking over to stand in front of him. "Are you sure I didn't?" His eyelids came so close, his grey orbs vanished and the way his head bent backwards, gave me almost enough reason to doubt what I was very sure of. "You didn't and you didn't even tell me the whole story concerning your relationship with her." "Babe," he groaned, dunking his head dramatically. "I'll tell you when I get back." "Who says you're going?" I blinked rapidly, surprised that he even thought about me letting him go just like that. "Ariana this is important wor
Being His Wife Chapter One Hundred and twenty two
I wasn't able to concentrate on the decor scrapbook the interior designer had handed me when I went out earlier today. I had finally found a space at a great price that fit into what I wanted for the restaurant. The moment I stepped into the desolate place that smelled like mouse poop, situated in uptown LA, I knew it was the one. I had talks with the agent and it was settled, I was going to pay for the space the next day. I called on the interior decorator mom had recommended as well as that of Brianna's and we immediately started drafting out ideas for the place. It was all going good until I felt my heart jump in my chest and the face of a certain someone played out in front of me. "Breathe Ariana, breathe." I said taking deep breaths to steady myself. This realization of mine felt more bad than good. I couldn't look at Damien the same way. Could I even look at him at all? It was past five o'clock in the evening and he was going to be here any minute from now. I had to keep it
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Damien's POV; "So why did you two break up?" Cheryl went silent at the question. "Fiona," I called out. "That's enough questions for our guest." I said in low warning. I glanced at Ariana who was a lot quieter than usual. It seemed like she would explode the moment we were left alone. "I'm just curious cause mom and Tracy said you guys were really good together." She said innocently. "Fiona!" Mom and Tracy exclaimed in unison. My loudmouth little sister had done it again. "Ahh..." I saw Cheryl swallow. "We were but-" "But we didn't work out, that's it." I cut her short and glared at Fiona to shut up because she was about to speak again. Cheryl gave a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She dabbed at the sides of her mouth with a napkin and looked around the room. "Thanks for hosting me. Dinner was amazing." We all muttered one half-hearted response after the other before she looked up at me. "Shall we discuss business, Damien? When are we taking that trip?" She propped her
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Ariana's POV; "You're sure this is the place you want?" I heard him ask once again. "For the umpteenth time,'' I rolled my eyes. "Yes babe, this is exactly what I want." I affirmed. "It's small." He said, unable to hide the disgusted frown at the filthiness of the place that was yet to be cleaned up. "It's almost as big as our bedroom." I pointed out. "My point exactly." I gave him a blank stare. "Babe be supportive." I requested. "I am and that's why I'm telling you to let me buy the whole building for you, so we could have it demolished and create a place of high taste." He said, raising his hands to demonstrate his point. "I want to start small, with my own money." I enunciated. We had been bickering over this matter all morning and I was getting exhausted but I wasn't going to give in to his persistence, I had to do this on my own. "At least let me do something other than moral support." He practically pleaded. "Well, you could give me some free business consultation an
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